Fairy Tail Watches Death Battle

Alice Long and I were caught in the crossfire. When my boyfriend—a combat medic responsible for saving the wounded—came to our rescue, he pushed me aside. Gently cradling Alice, the girl I had shielded, he shot me a cold glance and said, "Crystal, I'm deeply disappointed in you. She needs immediate care to avoid infection!" What about me? Was I meant to die instead? When my flag-draped coffin arrived home, he had the nerve to weep openly at my memorial. This once-renowned combat medic, celebrated around the globe, never set foot outside his room again.

The sense of not belonging somewhere was an understatement especially if you’re living a life like Rosalie’s. After the death of her parents, Rosalie moved from Arizona to Queensland, Australia to live with her grandfather, a man who she had never seen since she was three years old, but this was her father’s request if anything had happened to his and his wife. But what was the point, Rosalie found it pointless that she was told to go live with a man that she barely even knew, but there were reasons and secrets as to why she never knew her grandfather and the things that revolve around him. These secrets and motives involve 7.5 feet, 400-pound creatures with four legs, a tail, inhuman speed, and strength, and enhanced senses that were patiently waiting for Rosalie’s arrival. In the pack, they say, “Sharing is Caring” but how caring is it when it becomes “Selfish”?

A fae romance, steamy, hilarious, and full of adventure. Fae puberty, missing Valkyre aunties, and waking up in the realm of Faerie is just the beginning of Fawn's story. She also has an instant mate, the king of the summer court, a jealous ex-girlfriend, and a who's my daddy issue. Her girls, the pixies and Nymph triplets try to help any way they can, but sometimes they get her into trouble. Mischievous they may be, but their hearts are in the right place.

Separated between races; dark creatures with dark; light with light. The minimal humans that are left in the world avoid being alone or even going to their college. They fostered one human left without her birth family into the Vincent's household where the mother and daughter treated her like a halfling, which is someone who has no family; anyone who's considered a halfling is treated worse than half-giants. As the human does her daily chores, she hopes to get into Silverleaf Grove Institution; she's proud of her goal but most of the supernatural beings have made her life hell in high school. She only has one acquaintance, a witch called Charlie; Charlie only talked to her when they had class or a project. Being seen with a halfling is considered being a social suicide, let alone a disgrace among their species.

Crystal Santiago was a woman of dual identities. By day, she was a waitress, known for her kind heart and sweet smile. By night, she became Jae, a stripper renowned for her looks and skill. Wherever she went, men would flock to her, completely under her spell. Her long, black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing her seductive red lips and piercing blue eyes. She had the allure of a siren, and it was all too easy for her to trap men in her gaze. But beneath the surface, she was a sweet, down-to-earth girl. Crystal's life was going smoothly until the day she met him. He was powerful, ruthless, and dangerous. He ruled the city with an iron fist, and no one dared to cross them. He approached Crystal one night after her performance, his eyes filled with greed and lust. "You're mine now," he said, his voices dripping with malice. "You belong to me”.

It had been ten years, and Ethan—my mate—and I still didn’t have a pup. One day, he suggested we adopt one from the Werewolf Orphan Charity Agency. “My mate,” he said gently, “pregnancy is too hard for you. You’d have to go through so many checkups and herbs. Your wolf shouldn’t have to suffer like that.” When others heard this, they all said Ethan loved me deeply—that he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. But I saw the truth with my own eyes. He took an infant pup from another she-wolf. “Luckily, Mia isn’t pregnant,” he said. “That way, the excuse of adopting an infant works—and the pup can have a legitimate status in my clan.” I knew that she-wolf well. The same one Ethan used to call a “stupid omega.” Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I called my mentor at the Werewolf Research Academy. “I want to devote myself to herb research,” I said calmly. Three days from now, during the pup’s first New Moon blessing, I’ll fake my death in a fire. No one will be able to stop me.

Four days after my death, my four-year-old daughter finally sensed that something was terribly wrong. The fridge door slammed into her forehead when she tried to get a snack. Normally, I would've been there in a heartbeat—arms open, kisses ready, whispering, "You're okay, sweetheart, Mommy's here." But this time, I just lay on the bed, cold and still.​ She didn't understand. She thought the sweet treat would make me respond. So she held the final piece of chocolate up to my mouth. "Here, Mommy. Have some chocolate..." But I didn't even blink. She climbed into my arms, clutching my clothes tightly. "Mommy... Mommy, wake up..." She waited for me to stroke her hair, to tell her that everything was going to be fine. There was only silence.​ Completely lost and scared, she found my phone. "Daddy, why is Mommy still sleeping?" she asked, her voice filled with desperation.​ In response, Oliver sent a photo of himself having Christmas Eve dinner with his childhood sweetheart. His voice was icy cold when he replied, "She's just sleeping, not dead. It's Christmas Eve, and I'm busy. Tell her to stop playing games and come apologize when she's done sulking." Then he hung up.​ But when the truth finally hit Oliver—when the coroner's report came, when the police knocked on his door right in the middle of his laughter, when he realized I'd been lying dead for four days while he toasted—he broke.

Everyone in the Wandering Wolf Gang knew that Ash Blackwood loved me desperately and feared my disappearance most. To give me a sense of security, he drank a loyalty potion in front of me. He said that this magic potion would ensure that he would only desire me, get an erection for me alone, and that he would always report his whereabouts through our mate bond, even when he was on a dangerous mission. I worried about him, hiding my identity as the pack's tactical commander, I was worried that he would feel inferior, so I hid my own abilities and did not want him or the gang members to think that he had risen to power through my short-term precognitive abilities. Yet after a mission, I overheard pack members joking: "Alpha rushed so eagerly to meet Scarlett after taking the antidote, was she that amazing?" So after today’s battle, I quietly kept my mind link with Ash's group, and blocked his perception. In an unmuted mind-link, Ash's thoughts were filled with dirty desires and lascivious content, "Little slut, last time we went through seven vials of enhancement elixir, what do you think?" My heart turned to ice. In despair, I called upon the Moon Goddess: [I wish to leave this world.] The Goddess's ethereal voice echoed in my mind. [Once you leave, all traces of you will be erased from this realm.] [I know, please go ahead.] [Countdown begins: seven days.]

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

The Town of Arrazola, a land hidden from the farthest civilization in the district of Anatol. Where the creatures of Seraphine ceased to exist, blessed with their Ruler's gifted ichor. Rouze Erelah lived her whole life in wonder and believed that there is more about life than what reality can only offer. As to why when the mystical affairs of the town slowly altered right before her eyes, with bloodlines of vampires, fairies, and sorcerers appearing, it left her in great marvel. But what she wasn't prepared for the most is the history of the land. As she goes beyond the adventures, she slowly uncovered the mystery behind Parisa's Promise. Linking to her lineage and her identity as an heiress.